Annunciation at the Water Jar
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
The ordinary jar was half full.
The floor still needed sweeping.
Then a greeting entered the room
larger than the room could hold.
Mary did not become marble.
She asked how.
She listened.
She measured fear beside consent.
Outside, Nazareth continued
selling bread and mending doors.
Inside, a young woman answered
without knowing the whole road.
56 words · 12 lines · Free Verse